This is a song about "Fountain tire"

It's a nail and a tire: cross him and you're flat, that's exact

The generational gap with yet another sensational track

Spit fire i don't tire, i am crass, do yourself a favor get your ass black and blue

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

You stink like a lit tire

J. cole's her ghost writer

Downtown am proudly pissing in the fountain shouting

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been

So the only guidance that i had is splattered on cement

I always come prepared, i keep a tire on my rear end,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

I feel ready. i run it into the ground tire out and put that shit to bed, mumble your

Or something that you paid for

Achieve fame then burn out like a tire